Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
When you have to pay to play to acquire and keep her attention. The Economics of Intimacy I found an old letter you had written laying on the floor under the bed, yesterday. It had to have been about two years old, exactly from today. I remember the day when you told me you loved
Did I fail to mention To pay attention For when God writes You a special prescription That’s filled by only you It’s designed for you to wear your special Magic glasses It’s imperative to never Take them off Absorb and bend the light Every person has his/her own gift Your own light and it’s reflection
The worlds most precious and valuable resources are discovered. In many cases one must dig deep into the earth to acquire its wealth. Gold and diamonds are not readily available on the surface for one to readily pick up and place inside our pocket. The same can be said about oil, orr, coal and other
As summer ends, the sign of winter is in the air as leaves fall and settle. The park is filled with fun mixed with laughter, children play, parents gossip and govern with a watchful eye sharing their tales as it unfolds. Last years Christmas gift left on a park bench, an image that depicts loneliness
It’s that sobering moment of blurred vision once the road seemed to get narrower while approaching a checkpoint. That’s normally when you discover the art of effective driving verses irresponsible driving while under the influence of alcohol applies. The glare from the flashing headlights and the piercing sound of a police car siren that forces
When you love something so much and you can’t get enough. Sweet Secretion The symptom of her love was free flowing, enchanting and delightful Someone who had to have been heaven sent Truly, a beautiful experience to behold and cherish The taste of the Queens’ sweet secretion of nectar Became my personal delicious chosen cup
Where does one start How to begin to tend and mend a broken heart Left at the alter to ponder over her loving Walter Wilted, dried up and faded roses taken out of the refrigerator Placed on an empty table Memories of a broken promise Only a few can understand A shattered dream An open
(Covered in smoke and debris) “This is WKBI channel 3 News, Jaque Pace Reporting live. The threat is real yet unclear with panic and fear in the streets located in downtown Atlanta. What you’re about to see and hear may be disturbing.” A day of mourning Broadcast of a bystander Darnell Sharpe speaks: “The scene
Darkness is the negation of light The shortly there after of sight All forms of creation is stagnation When the first things created and came about It was negation’s creation From God herself Not an hallucination Or a figment of imagination This is why things die Why some people lie They were formed from the
He’s not a mouse But similar to a Visitor in your house The unseen tremor As he walks inside Better known as a stranger Please don’t wake the child He only want to Stay for awhile His one night stand The wham, bam then Thank you ma’am Only a few Can understand Nine mouths later
As I slowly take off my stained glasses to clean them I’ve often pondered about our late night rendezvous at Houston’s and the unforgettable smell of your perfume as you entered the restaurant forcing all heads to respectfully turn and focus, on you. It’s true, I had to be the luckiest man in the world
(Cloud bubble to self.. “I’m feeling her spirit. It transcends through from the very next aisle. I haven’t seen your face and yet… I see you, very clearly.”) The Power of Words I was studying in the library on campus and heard the sweetest voice coming from the next aisle. It was a voice I
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 